when you set aside all the hatred you're forced to carry,
then you will know that love is our true nature

Couplet 1
A heart like shattered glass,
just waiting for a breath.
A mind so lost, so far,
still reaching for a star.
She tries to sing her song,
with words she’s held too long.

Refrein
I whisper truths I’ll never shout,
and swallow all the hurting down.
My voice is small, my walls are high,
but I still bleed behind the lie.

Couplet 2
They asked me once what hides inside,
what fear I fight, what truths I hide.
I thought of you and all you stole,
the way you carved a silent hole.
But all I said, with steady breath:
"I’m just afraid of heights and death."

Bridge
I built a house from fading names,
each echo carved in window frames.
If I unlock the hurt inside,
will I survive what I still hide?

Refrein
I whisper truths I’ll never shout,
and swallow all the hurting down.
My voice is small, my walls are high,
but I still bleed behind the lie.

I'm walking on a long road.
I look back at my footsteps
my memories and mistakes,
my pain and joy like scattered echoes,
my success and my failure.
Some I carry daily, others I forgot I ever knew

With every step I take, I feel
the things I never got to leave,
the things still alive in my heart,
the things I burried deep away
I try to walk the steps in reverse,
to erase the mistakes I've made.

But the wind calls out my name,
whispers gently through the silence:
let go of the pain, the hollow space,
and the weight you were never meant to carry.
Let go of the feelings, the empty room,
and the chains you never chose to wear.

Most memories are like beautiful ribbons,
But mine are like tiny pieces of glass
I try to hold them gently, But they always make me bleed

Sometimes I wish happiness was enough,  
enough to remind me what life really was.  

Sometimes I wish I didn't have to bleed,  
maybe I'm not alive, just learning to breathe.  

Sometimes I wish I would truly know  
my pain, my joy, the parts I never show.  

Sometimes I wish I could understand  
why all the good things always seem to end

Simply words, without meaning,  
in a partly empty book.  
An empty page, not yet written,  
takes its time to fill the look.

Naming past and naming future  
the pain, the joy, the tears.  
And always, in some fragile echo,  
My deepest pain appears.

A lonely tree, a tree without its branches,  
Stands in a forest laced with hidden trenches.
  
With every ache, another leaf falls down,  
A breeze picks up and goes without a sound.
  
A forest, so big but yet so detached,  
Where the beauty is seen and pain unmatched.